HUMBOLDT STREET, Brooklyn: The lone strawberry. This was the fruit of my labors this year. It was small, but perfect. I cut it in half and shared it with my roommate. The flavor was concentrated and divine. I am considering purchasing a strawberry plant hanging pot from Sprout. They are pretty cool.
Archive for June, 2010
HUMBOLDT STREET, Brooklyn: I’ve been able to keep the rats far enough away from the mustard greens, even though they munched all but two or three plants down to the quick, there has still been enough for me.
It’s super spicy this year, and I can only eat so much of it anyway. I made a sort of open faced taco or sope, piling the mustard greens cooked with garlic, onion and pine nuts on top of a flat corn cake made from masarepa. It was great.
HUMBOLT STREET, Brooklyn: An old saying from my great grandpa, Burt passed down to me and my brother via my mom. Before I left for Idaho, I had a few delish sweet peas, and also planted potatoes which is now one of the few things in my back yard going crazy!
SANDPOINT, Idaho: Here are some photos of an amazing property about 5 miles outside of downtown Sandpoint, I visited while on my trip to Idaho. I found this place through wwoof.org, and the owner, Karsten, was an incredibly gracious tour guide. He lives in a one room A frame he built with the help of some friends after the barn he was living in burnt down 2 years ago. It was simple and perfect.
Also on his plot of land, a fire pit complete with tiki style bar for social gatherings, (which will be soon hooked up to a rainwater collection system) a workshop still under construction with a room for playing and recording music, and above, an open room with the potential to be finished as an apartment or secondary lodging for wwoofers and friends.
It needs a lot of work to be water worthy, but it looks like it has the potential to be a really fun project.
The entire garden is rigged with a watering system. There were two other people staying on the property at the time of my visit, one in a teepee and the other was constructing some kind of packed earth shelter that looked more like a grave to me than a house.
HUMBOLDT STREET, Brooklyn: Why sit inside on a computer when that’s what I do 40 hours a week? Fuck that, it’s been too nice out to do anything but be outside any spare minute I can get. You can find me in the garden. Speaking of finding me, I officially picked up a shift at Sprout Home on Grand Street in Williamsburg. I will be there on Sundays, so come on down and see me. I will be out back amongst the trees!